Cruel And Horrific But No One Interfered Or Did Anything

This happened while I was a clerk in the accounting department. A Friday night happy hour and we were having fun and drinking. A guy from another department grabbed my ass, my crotch from behind, and shoved me face down on a table. He hit me hard force humping me. I heard chicks yell out 'you're going to get it', others yelled 'leave her alone', others took the glasses and pitchers off the table. My pants were pulled off me, and my rear end exposed to everybody.

He forced himself onto my back, his dick feeling for my opening. I didn't hear any chicks yell 'get off of her', I heard 'show that bitch she's no one special'. I heard guys betting, I heard someone in the back call out 'call the police'. But no one did anything. He got off after he was finished. I'd been fucked in front of coworkers and strangers. My pants were tossed back to me. I went to the bathroom to get dressed and compose myself.

It was several weeks later and we heard that the guy who r**ed me was in the hospital. Someone had cut his balls off, castrated him, and fucked him like a girl. No one ever took ownership, no one ever filed charges. I left the company and returned home with my tail between my legs. Got a job at the bank as a teller and got married to Harry, the nerd from high school.

It's a memory that never really goes away, but sometimes it comes back to life and controls me. One day, maybe, I'll know who cut his balls off and made him a girl, but I doubt it, it's too long ago now.